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I bleach the sky every night
Love that I'm wrong and further from right
Spinning around to howling moons
'Cause Sarah is there whatever I do
The river is loaded, I've been there today
Took her some questions she'll never forget
I'd die in your arms if you did too
Here comes the lie we know must be true
(We're going up, we're coming down)
It's the little things that kill
Scratch away-way-way-way-way
It's the little things that kill
Tear at my brains again
For the little things that kill, the little things that kill
Scratch away-way-way-way-way
It's the—, oh
Oh, the little things that kill, the little things that kill
Scratch away-way-way-way-way
Yo, Kevin told me the little things will
Do the same as a bottle of pills
If you swallow them all, you will eternally fall
Euphemism for the word kill, kill, kill
Losing my will and finding that guilt
Will fill up my cup and runneth over
But ain't no use in crying over milk spilled
(And that's the thing about this, ain't it?)
(We're going up, we're coming down)
It's the little things that kill
Scratch away-way-way-way-way
It's the little—, oh
Oh, the little things that kill, the little things that kill
Scratch away-way-way-way-way
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